poetry by j matthew waters

what’s for dessert?

tell my doctor
I’m not losing any sleep
over bacon and eggs
biscuits and sausage
or a tasty cup of coffee
fire up the griddle mama
we’re gonna bump up the volume
and turn this humdrum mid-morning
into some kind of
sunday gospel brunch
if you look outside
you’ll see farm freshness
just about everywhere
though you may have to use
your imagination some
meanwhile back inside
sunday’s just getting started